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12/23/13: A pimple on my nose with really old pus. A hole afterwards that was perfectly empty. I hope no one noticed.
A haunted house, with a roommate on a cot. A korean stream… a grief stream. A telekinetic father and daughter with less refined skills. A pillow being thrown, next a screwdriver at Britney Spears house across the way and shattering the glass window. Her and her husband came to the window, children in arms. A basement full of clothes and a rack for jackets. Telekinetic movements that invited a haunted presence, a frightening back story I didn’t want to hear. My sister except not my sister only someone that looked like Iris in the shower. I asked her if I were dreaming and she kept telling me “no” in the same voice and exact tone but something was off in the eyes. The real Iris was sleeping elsewhere. A purchase in real estate that turned out to be a full mistake, heavy with our belongings and furniture.
In Beijing. Looking for a bathroom, stumbled upon the old office for the Columbia in Beijing program. It feels like I’ve been here before, but only once and a long time ago. It might have been real or a dream… The office was empty and one Chinese teacher I didn’t recognize was working. It was Sunday and I felt bad for the young woman who was holding the office all alone. I asked her to use the bathroom, there was a temporary one next to a small TV. Can’t remember what was playing.